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the elephant king
His ears twitch at the pleasant, easy, melody of her voice— unknowingly releasing some of the tension stitched into the muscles of his neck. An ear swayed sideways as he began to marginally relax, eyes finding her face as her own found her hooves. He listened to her answer, gaze studying the delicate lines of her face and flitting of her lash-ringed eyes.
She spoke of the Basin as most speak of the Basin— of it’s beauty and allure. He had yet to visit, and his own interactions with those who lived there had been mostly unpleasant. So her high praise of the place fell of deaf ears— despite the alliance the Edge shared with them. And as she continued to speak, of wishing to ‘make her mark,’ he finds he cannot understand nor follow her need for ambition. But that is only because of his past— if faced with the decision of family and ambition, the King knew which he would choose.
But was that true? Had he not remained in the Edge instead of follow Rexanna to the Basin? Had she asked since the Threshold? No. That realization rocked him… perhaps the mare truly had meant to keep the Elephant at a hoof’s length. And he had remained in the Edge with a sense of duty, which was right and just in his eyes. But, still, he listens to Raeden’s answer, trying to understand. “I think you shine too brightly to be cast in your sister’s shadow. But the Basin’s loss is our gain— do you have a path in mind on which to leave your mark?” His head cocked slightly to the side, wondering just what rank this lovely, gilded mare wished to follow.
She spoke of the Basin as most speak of the Basin— of it’s beauty and allure. He had yet to visit, and his own interactions with those who lived there had been mostly unpleasant. So her high praise of the place fell of deaf ears— despite the alliance the Edge shared with them. And as she continued to speak, of wishing to ‘make her mark,’ he finds he cannot understand nor follow her need for ambition. But that is only because of his past— if faced with the decision of family and ambition, the King knew which he would choose.
But was that true? Had he not remained in the Edge instead of follow Rexanna to the Basin? Had she asked since the Threshold? No. That realization rocked him… perhaps the mare truly had meant to keep the Elephant at a hoof’s length. And he had remained in the Edge with a sense of duty, which was right and just in his eyes. But, still, he listens to Raeden’s answer, trying to understand. “I think you shine too brightly to be cast in your sister’s shadow. But the Basin’s loss is our gain— do you have a path in mind on which to leave your mark?” His head cocked slightly to the side, wondering just what rank this lovely, gilded mare wished to follow.
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